Trevelyan sat for an hour with his book before him, reading or pretending to read, but his wife did not come down-stairs.

Then Nora went up to her, and he descended to his solitude below.

So far he had hardly gained much by the enforced obedience of his wife.
On the next morning the three went to church together, and as they were walking home Trevelyan's heart was filled with returning gentleness towards his wife.

He could not bear to be at wrath with her after the church service which they had just heard together.
But he was softer-hearted than was she, and knowing this, was almost afraid to say anything that would again bring forth from her expressions of scorn.

As soon as they were alone within the house he took her by the hand and led her apart.